First of all, on this spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
I don't know when I slept soundly in the spring night, but I heard birds singing everywhere when I woke up. Remember last night when the wind was tight and the rain was heavy, I don't know how many flowers I knocked down?
Second, the shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. -Qing Yuan Mei "See"
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch the cicada in singing in the trees, so I immediately stopped singing and stood quietly in the tree.
Third, the mountains cover the day and the ocean drains the golden river. Make further progress —— Reading the Heron House by Don Wang Zhihuan
The sunset slowly sinks beside the western hills, and the Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea. If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.
Fourth, when those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -"Acacia" by Don Wang Wei
Red bean trees grow in the south. Spring is coming, how many new branches will it grow? I hope you can pick more red beans, which will arouse people's thoughts most.
Five, the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. -Tang Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Birds fly without a trace, and lonely clouds floating in the sky don't want to stay and drift away slowly. Only I looked at the high Jingting Mountain, and Jingting Mountain looked at me silently. None of us will be satisfied. Who can understand my lonely mood at this time, only this tall Jingting Mountain.
2. A short poem about the gourd 1, "Little Gourd with Crimson Lips" Little Gourd, born small and short.
Including the son. How strange it is to have no mouth.
If you hide, Kun, who cares? Belt.
I prefer today. Hang a goldfish bag.
[Song] Zhang Jixian 2, "Linjiang Xianyong Hulu" a gourd is really good, always given to the DPRK. The belly is clear and bright, but it is empty.
Store nectar and jade liquid, and the taste is better than it. There are still drinks every day, so naturally you don't have to sell them.
[Yuan] The query result has been folded twice. 3. There is one thing that can't be done in "Master Liu gives a gourd", but it is more than enough to build a sense.
Do you believe in Jun Jun? Try to jump in and see what happens. [Song] Lu You has folded the query results of three Lu You. 4. "Ode to the Gourd" The big gourd is dry and the small gourd is squatting. One lives in Jinxianfu and the other in the palace.
With this avenue, there is no such thing as getting old. Don't ask good and evil, both gourds will fall.
[Song] Huang Tingjian 5. "Silver gourd" is not only beautiful, but I am dealing with it. Ginger has been in the Jianghu for a long time, and now she has brought it all back.
When the boat is full of silver gourds, Chun Xue fades away. Su Qiong's jade, chemical industry and sculpture.
Screen perimeter. [Song] Chen Zao has folded the query results of 1 Chen Zao. 6. "Hundreds of birds in the lake call the vulgar hoist" bloom is as good as a mirror and half green as a cup.
Who wants to return air, incense is all over his face. [Song] Wentong 7, "New Year's Day gifts to door gods screen gourds and other things are strange when they are old" section, Qingyang is old and new, and Jin people draw twelve paintings as gods.
Shao Hua has been staying in Tianfu since he joined us. Who will be close to him? The color is better than the fairy, and the cloud screen is borrowed from Han Gongchun.
But unfortunately. [Ming] Yu Ba. "Birds say ten words, lift the gourd to sell wine". Fine smoke is like spring water, and flowers laugh and fight for red face.
A hundred gold drinks will get you drunk, but you won't get drunk with wine. It is better to wish for a bumper harvest, and the price of glutinous rice is as low as loess.
Every family [Song] Yao Mian 9, "Nine Birds Talk about Lifting the Gourd" is full of sorrow, and death is a kind of sorrow.
The birds were very pleased and advised me to move to the drunken village. Liu Ling is good at finding her own way. She doesn't know how to worry after death.
[Song] Liu Kezhuang.
3. Language description of cucurbit silk. Soon, live chicken cucurbit silk (also known as cucurbit flute) is one of the unique musical instruments of Yunnan ethnic minorities.
Mainly spread in the Dai nationality area in the west of Yunnan Province, but also popular in Bulang, De 'ang and other ethnic minorities. This musical instrument uses a half-gourd as a sound box. Three bamboo tubes of different lengths are inserted side by side at the lower end of the bamboo tube of the gourd, and copper tiles are embedded. The longer bamboo tube in the middle has seven holes.
When playing, blowing the thin end of the gourd is to press the sound hole of the middle bamboo tube and play the melody cucurbit silk at the same time, and the left and right bamboo tubes simultaneously emit a fixed single tone to form harmony with the melody. Its music is soft, delicate, mellow, simple and expressive, which is deeply loved by Yunnan people. Whether it is a folk song or a professional stage, you can hear its beautiful voice.
In recent years, it has also attracted much attention at home and abroad. The ensemble of some Hulusi instruments and modern electronic instruments can also reflect the perfect combination of the two instruments, showing a warm and intoxicating new feeling of combining classical and modern.
Traditional cucurbit silk belongs to reed instruments. Its structure consists of a gourd and two (or three) bamboo tubes. The upper end of the gourd is a mouthpiece, and the three bamboo tubes connected with the gourd at the lower end are sound tubes. Among them, a thick and long bamboo tube in the middle is the main sound tube, and there are six sound holes (sound holes) in front of the main sound tube, a sound hole at the upper end of the back is the seventh sound hole, and a overtone hole (sound hole) at the lower end. Hulusi is deeply loved by primary and secondary school students, music lovers and Chinese and foreign tourists in recent years because of its unique and beautiful timbre, simple appearance, softness, elegance, simplicity and portability.
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4. How to write the format of modern poems of Hulusi is a problem that must be paid attention to, except for writing by content or sentence, especially in the organization of language. Mainly manifested in two aspects: first, the use of rhetoric; The first is to break the conventional combination.
Rhetoric is an important skill in poetry. Including personification, metaphor, parallelism, rhetorical question, repetition, thimble, duality, exaggeration, symbol and so on.
Modern poetry is a kind of poetry as opposed to classical poetry. Modern poetry is generally not constrained by format and rhythm.
Ten schools of modern poetry;
Realism, aestheticism, symbolism and neo-romantic imagism
Futurism Expressionism Surrealism Postmodernism Expressionism
The standards of poetry should remain unchanged: the beauty of language, rhythm, rhyme and artistic conception. Good poetry should attract people with language, infect people with rhythm and rhyme, and melt people with artistic conception. But now many so-called good poems make complete sentences incomplete, smooth sentences awkward and clear sentences incomprehensible.
A good poem should be: the words are close and far away, the true feelings are real, the artistic conception is broad, the scene is mixed, "the understanding is the text, delicate and brilliant." Poetry is not only poetry, but also songs. Poetry should not only have rhythm, but also be catchy. Generally speaking, poetry should make people cultivate their temperament and learn knowledge in it. Literature, especially poetry, is definitely not natural and must be processed by someone. "Clouds carve colors, which are more wonderful than painters and lush vegetation. This is not the law that poetry should follow."
Poetry is a hidden art, a good poem is a music-related sentence with the least words and the deepest, most beautiful, most eye-catching and most visual aesthetic feeling!
In our time, we look forward to the emergence of a perfect poet. She must have classical aesthetic feeling, modern philosophical thinking and surreal romance at the same time in order to surpass the classics at all times and become a classic. This is a limit, and only by crossing it can she be widely accepted and recognized.
Poetry creation has been inseparable from "brushwork" since ancient times, especially modern poetry. Writing skills include "image", "artistic conception", "expression", "structure" and "decoration", and so on. In this respect, ancient poetry and new poetry are different, except for the metrical part.
The following is a reference:
The writing format of modern poetry;
1] XXX personnel position
2] Action XXX
3] In XXX (location)
4] Existence (condition) XXX
At first glance, it will be so vague that you don't even know what you are talking about. It doesn't matter. Let me explain it slowly:
1] People's position is to explain a state, such as "I am standing on the edge of the 27th floor".
2] XXX action: explain a situation related to [1], such as "Snow falls at my feet"
3] In XXX (location): Change scenes, such as On that windy day.
4] Existence (condition) XXX: Simply put, it is to state a disconnected state, such as "My tears turned into snowflakes"
Then connect the above four sentences to see if they are like modern poetry:
I stood on the edge of the 27th floor.
Snowflakes are falling under my feet.
On that windy day.
My tears turned into snowflakes.
5. Five-word quatrains describing bamboo: On the tall bamboo near the water, you pick the tall bamboo, and the flowers are hidden in the shadow of the cliff. You should be a gentleman's heart as a virgin. Spring is not flattering, but it is long and deep. ChristianRandPhillips used to play drums and sing songs. She was disappointed to see the sun. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin cold bamboo in the stream, stone born He Leilei. Because of the thick land, the breath is raw, and the spring is scattered. There is no regret for being late. The shadow of the strange garden has not stopped, and the sound of the valley is relieved. Gentlemen fall in love and cherish the sea of clouds. The nature of bamboo is that it dare not move, and people dare not change. I am willing to close the factory without hurting the firewood. The snow in Fang Zhimin is low, and the muddy desire is low. After a red sun, it is still integrated with the sky. Zhu Wangwei, leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed, and my voice was so low that no one could hear me except my companion Mingyue. There is no one in the world. There is Cimu Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where rocks are piled up across the river, with steep bank walls and rapid winds. Bamboo produced in the mountains, round and sparse, can be regarded as flute pipes. Wild bamboo is full of stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well. Never learn from the willow tree, always be loyal. The shade is cooler than a bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew fragrant. However, there is no cutting, so I will meet the cloud. Liu Zongyuan, Gong Xunyuan The dangerous bridge of Kuzhu Bridge in Wu Yong is a secluded path, which fills the air and runs through the forest. It is humble to share bitter festivals. Overlooking the trickle, you can listen to the rustling songs. This is a sunny swimming pool. Generally speaking, it is not enough to know the valley. There are few old friends at home. Who wants to burn the fish? Yuan Zhen Hsinchu has a new hairpin that can solve this problem, and the cool color is already green. Ran Ran is floating powder, and the rustling gradually attracts the wind. There are more reliefs than the sun, and they are not clusters. Only the reunion festival and faithfulness exist together. Newly planted bamboo is easy to help the city, and autumn grass is harvested. Don't say anything shady. I feel the courtyard tip is clear enough. I like lying with my back to the window, and the autumn wind blows. When I enjoy people playing with bamboo in the spring rain after the rain in Nanxuetao, I will learn from the snow and ice. People of all kinds are also lush, and I am willing to be modest and self-sufficient. I will stay drunk with Jin Xian early, and I will be sad with Shun Fei. You can enjoy being late, and be as green as possible. I will shoot Liang Wangyuan in front of Huainan Provincial Government with Guo Cui Bu, a staff member. Frost is hard to hold. Flowers grow into phoenixes, and tender bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods. The misty military looks quiet, the hills are spacious and the horns are dim, and the shadows at home are cold. When sumo changed, there were several remnants of Yang Shan. I don't know where the porch screen is, but I'm facing Yuan An. My younger brother Meng Haoran and my second and third sons have forged a lifelong friendship. They are full of ambition and miserable. The weather is getting sunny. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. After leaving the market, it will be five or six. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan, and chastity wins the rhyme of spring. Rare trees make up the forest skillfully, and there are doubts and disputes. Before the wind blows, the powder reveals tears first. Who can play with them? The scenery is empty and dazzling. Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu Du. Who loves this gentleman? In Zhengchang, the bamboo was inscribed in front of the hall, and Jia Daoqing's bamboo was close to poetry and wine, and he meditated endlessly. The branches are scattered with low snowflakes, and the leaves are full of cold wind. Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed and there are different paths. Invasion of the court is rooted out, and bamboo shoots are clustered next door. Outside the screen window, there was a sound in the silent room. Look at the blinds all day, and the pillow is the same for several autumn. Thousands of songs are sung. The sky is green. Bamboo songs are pruned together, and they refuse to be clustered. Some days are straight and have no empty meaning. Zizhumei Yao Chen is produced in the southwest, and its color is different from that of Dong Jun. Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix. If you move thousands of miles away, it will not become a valley. I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo. One day is indispensable, and it will always be chic. Snow and frost are dark yellow, and people in the room think it is golden bamboo. Bamboo cultivation is lovely and the conditions are as good as gold. Heaven and earth and positive color, frost and snow are stronger than the heart. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest. Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. The ancients of Zhuxuan Shenliao loved to raise bamboo, which was chic and elegant. High intensity and clear sound. The spring war is trivial, and the autumn wind shakes the post. He once sang a song. Huang Tingjian, who grows bamboo with his teacher Hou, is hiding in this city. This gentleman is a true friend. After the roots are planted, bamboo shoots will grow out. When Geppie left, the wind blew Agmin. See you at the end of the year. Hsinchu Zhu Xi, Spring Thunder, Youcao will bloom. I grow bamboo in Nanchuang, and I will. For five thousand years, food, clothing, housing and transportation were connected with bamboo everywhere. Poetry, calligraphy, painting and scrolls all contain bamboo. How many elegant people send their feelings to a secluded room. There are six gentlemen in Zhuxi and seven sages in Zhulin. Dongpo has three wonders, and Banqiao is more advanced. It is upright, open-minded and has no selfish prejudice. It is covered with gloomy leaves and will not wither after winter. The wind is more natural and brighter. The whole world admires you. I'm also a bamboo lover, and it's fate to meet each other late. Let's talk about counting words first and write bamboo poems with electricity. My friend Liang Tiejun, a chivalrous man, painted bamboo (Qing Dynasty). Kang Youwei is still vacillating and holding himself. The north wind is often chilly, and the autumn wind is inseparable. The messy leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown. It's just that it's boring to write, but it's very dripping. Preface to Bamboo Poetry Zhou Fangchun .000000 Meditate on Poetry. Bamboo culture in China has a long history of several thousand years. Poetry is so overwhelming that I can't read it carefully. Browsed over 10,000 volumes and selected over 10,000 words. People who write bamboo in ancient and modern times often learn bamboo. Modesty is nature, and nobility is the treasure of life. The wind pole is not bent, and the storm skin is cleaner. The cool place produces a clear shade, and the cold place remains emerald green. Bamboo remains in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears. The bamboo forest was completely destroyed. I compose bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers. I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote bamboo style. I was born with a birthday party. I am elegant and want to escape from nature. I love drinking and bamboo, and I will live in the forest. Hengyang Road, two unique, Fan Chengda Song, has broken the fence, bloom Flower Pig. There are swallows in the empty mangosteen tile house. Du Fu in Tang Dynasty painted bamboo.